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blackbirdmuses · 4 years ago

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Storm || Monologue

Heavy, black clouds hung over the skeletal trees at the edge of Halloween Town. Darkness swiftly descended and the first roll of thunder boomed in the distance. Storm sat on the roof of the treehouse, watching the horizon with expectant green eyes. There had always been something about encroaching tempests that had relaxed him. While his mother jolted at every flash of lightning, Storm stared up, wide eyed as the sky filled with jagged light. Perhaps it was because he was born during a colossal, raging storm, or maybe it was his namesake, but he’d always held an affinity with gloomy weather. He would nestle himself among the broken slates, pressing himself to the hollow base of the dead tree, then, he’d wait patiently for the first droplets of rain to fall from the weighted heavens.

However, something more than an anticipated downpour had coaxed Storm to his perch on the roof today. He’d had an argument with his twin brother, Thorn. It seemed as though, in their ten years of living, neither of them had ever had a very serious disagreement; until today. The boys had got into trouble over a piece of graffiti on the back wall of the Town Hall (a drawing that Storm had concocted) and, instead of taking his share of the blame in encouraging Storm, Thorn had placed all the blame on Storm and managed to escape punishment. Now, Storm would have to spend his entire weekend cleaning the wall by himself. The twins had fought, loudly shouting at one another and stomping around until Thorn had retreated to their bedroom and Storm had run for the rooftop.

With his knees up at his chest and his hood firmly hooked over his head, Storm watched a bright flash illuminate the billowing clouds on the horizon. “Stupid Thorn,” he muttered. “Wasn’t even my idea. Always getting me into trouble for nothin’.”

He kicked a slate from the roof, watching it slide down the edge until it smashed on the ground below. With a huff, he heard a gentle scuffing sound behind him. It was probably Thorn, so he ignored it.

“Thought I might find ya out here,” That wasn’t Thorn’s voice. Storm turned around and looked up to face his father. The shadows dropped away from his sides and he leaned one arm against the dead tree. “Mind if I join you?”

Storm licked his lips and shook his head, shuffling aside to allow him to sit next to him. Now he was in for it. His father hadn’t been around when the Mayor had berated the twins for their graffiti, but he had assured the twins that he would tell him all about it when he saw him. Thorn hadn’t taken the threat seriously, but Storm had. Look who was right, he thought.

Oogie lowered himself into a seated position next to Storm, casting a glance towards him. “Ah,” he breathed, pointing at his hood. “Probably a good idea.” Storm blinked, watching as his father scooped a hand down towards the shadow of the dead tree and swept it over his shoulders like a cape. When the darkness parted, a dark green hood appeared over his brown curls and covered his shoulders.

Against himself, Storm couldn’t help but smile. “Cool,” he muttered. Oogie looked towards their view. “Won’t be long ‘til that storm hits us, huh?” he commented. “Your mother will pro’ly want us to come inside before it starts gettin’ too close, though.”

Storm sighed, scratching at his hands. “I don’t wanna go back inside.” He could feel his father looking at him again. “That ‘cause of your fight with Thorn?” he asked him earnestly. Storm didn’t answer. “I heard ‘bout what happened today. You ain’t in trouble.” Storm blinked, turning back to him. “I’m not?”

Oogie shook his head. “I thought your drawin’ was pretty gruesome, actually,” he admitted. “Although, you pro’ly shoulda picked a different wall-” Storm shifted around. “That’s what I said! But Thorn wouldn’t listen! He said that wall looked too boring and needed kickin’ up a notch!” Oogie chuckled under his breath. “Well, it’s certainly a lot more vibrant now, that’s for sure. I like the colours you chose, neon green an’ red? An’ that skull with the snake comin’ out of it? You got a real gift, Storm.”

Storm smiled. He’d always hidden his artwork in sketchbooks before, just doodling in the margins of writing pages or on the corner of napkins. It had been Thorn that had noticed his talents and suggested the idea of street art, but after the Mayor and some of the townsfolks’ reaction, it had felt as if Thorn had encouraged him just to get him into trouble. Thorn had insisted that wasn’t the case, but Storm couldn’t help but feel betrayed nevertheless. “Does that mean I don’t have to clean it off the wall?” he had to ask.

Oogie heaved a sigh. “Afraid not, fella,” he confessed. “You kinda covered up an important notice board with ‘Boogie’s Boys’ an’ some folks ain’t very happy about that, but...I guess y’know that already.” Storm looked at his feet dejectedly. Off in the distance, the thunder continued to ominously rumble and lightning cracked through the clouds. “I wish Thorn would listen to me,” he muttered. “I told him it was a bad idea...and now everybody hates me.”

“Hates you?” scoffed Oogie. “Storm, nobody hates you. All you did was upset a couple ghouls, but forget about ‘em! The Mayor changes moods as quickly as he changes faces an’ the other ghouls will have forgotten all about it in a week.” Storm sniffed. “I thought you’d hate me.” Oogie’s gaze softened. “Me? Why?” Storm buried his face in his knees. “Because...you’re friends with the Mayor and Uncle Jack and they were mad at me and that’d make you mad and then you’d hate me-”

Storm looked up as he felt an arm wrap around him, pulling him closer to his father. “Stormy, kiddo...” he breathed. “...I could never hate ya, okay? Never. You’re my son an’ I love you. One li’l’ badly placed wall doodle ain’t gonna change that.”

Swallowing thickly, Storm wiped his eyes and rested his head on the side of his father’s chest. Storm had almost expected his father to lose his temper and lecture him about how disappointed he was, as he had done on the couple of occasions where he and Thorn had almost fallen into the acidic vat of sewage or played among the - mostly - dismantled sharp instruments in the Lair. It had seemed as serious as that when the Mayor was huffing and puffing at him in town.

“An’ you know someone else who could never hate you?” asked Oogie. “Thorn.” Storm pursed his lips and sat up straight, looking into his father’s eyes. “But, he deliberally got me in trouble, Dad!” Oogie hummed and shook his head. “I don’t think he did. I figure that Thorn really thought his idea was a good one, an’ when he saw you gettin’ in trouble...he panicked.” Storm frowned. “Thorn? Panic?”

Oogie leaned in, looking left and right before he whispered: “Wanna know a secret? Somethin’ that even Thorn’ll never tell ya?” Storm blinked, nodding enthusiastically. “He’s real scared of bein’ caught red handed when you guys set up pranks.” Storm’s eyes widened. “He is?” “Oh, you bet! An’ I should know, because I’m the-” “Boogieman!” hissed Storm, amazed. It suddenly made sense why Thorn was eager to ensure their pranks were quick, concise and failproof every time they set them up. Storm had always assumed that he was just being efficient, but this made a lot more sense.

“An’ I’ll betcha anythin’ that he was just as scared of gettin’ in trouble as you,” continued Oogie. “An’ I know for a fact that he’s real sorry ‘bout it, too.” Storm made a face, looking off onto the horizon. Rain was beginning to fall in the distance, making dark spots on the ridged grass at the edge of the moors. Against his frustration at his twin, Storm had to admit to himself that he was missing his brother. They were rarely ever apart for longer than a few hours, and it felt like much longer than that today.

“I guess I could talk to him,” sighed Storm, watching the rain getting closer. “Atta boy!” breathed Oogie, ruffling his hood and looking into the distance. “We should get inside real soon, huh?” Storm looked up at his father. “Think Mom’ll mind if we stay in the rain for a little bit?” Oogie returned his gaze to the approaching rain. “As long as neither of us catches a cold an’ we dry off when we get inside, I don’t see why not.”

“Thanks Dad.” replied Storm, lifting his face as the rain came thundering down upon the roof, soaking the two of them within seconds. Storm broke into a peal of laughter and he could hear his father join him. Rain cut through his jacket and onto his t-shirt, weighing him down as the thunder roared above them. “Okay, let’s go!” shouted Oogie, wrapping an arm around him. Darkness covered them both in a blanket, and the next thing he knew, he was flopping into the sofa with his father sitting next to him, the sound of the storm far above them.

“That was fun.”

#| monologue: twins #[A quick monologue from when the twins were younger :3]

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lovely-rita-meter-maidd · 5 years ago

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The mcstarr angst was amazing! I didn't know i needed that, thank you!. Okay if you're up to it some more mcstarr, i read somewhere that ringo was in a gang before the beatles, and that he had to knife a guy or something, not sure if it's true but I'd love some mcstarr with a badass ringo. Like maybe something during the early beatles, I'm wanting some angst again John and George berating my boy paul and ringo can't take another second and his badass kicks in

Thank you honey! Also, I don’t know if that’s true about Ringo but I’ll write something anyway! Also I’m not very good at writing angry Ringo because he’s such a cute bean so I’m sorry if this isn’t great 💖

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“Y’know Paul if ya want to skip a gig to shag a bird will ya let us know next time?”

John’s voice thunders, and the four boys move into the small hotel room. It’s a cheap little place on the Reeperbahn, but it’s better than where they stayed last time. John slumps onto the bed, followed by George, and Ringo watches as Paul stares at them with a face like he’s chewing a wasp.

“Like yer one to talk,” Paul says, bitterness stinging the edge of his words, and John scoffs, sharing a look with George.

“Look Paul, ya wanna go then so be it. We can do this without you.”

Paul’s face doesn’t change but he doesn’t have an immediate reply. Ringo watches closely as he walks past Paul to sit on his own bed, brushing Paul’s back with the tips of his fingers to give some, even if it’s only little, comfort.

“Fine. Y’know what? Go to hell John.”

And with that, Paul strides back out of the door, slamming it shut behind him. John huffs and mutters under his breath as he gets up to sort through his suitcase.

“Y’know ya can be a real dickhead sometimes,” Ringo says, but John just rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, well, he was bein’ a idiot.”

Ringo crosses his arms and digs his fingers into the skin in an attempt to try and calm himself.

“Y’know if you had gotten yer head out of yer arse then ya would’ve realised he wasn’t skipping a gig for a girl. His brother called earlier. His da’s not very well.”

John stops what he‘s doing and looks up at him, the same time as George clears his throat and shifts a little.

“He didn’t say,” John replies, and it makes Ringo clench his fists, his voice sharp and low.

“Why would he when you’ve been on at him all night.”

John blinks at him but doesn’t reply, and Ringo hopes that he’s made his point. He takes John’s silence as an apology, and falls back against his bed with a sigh.

#mcstarr #the beatles #the beatles fanfiction

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bitsby · 5 years ago

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RvB Walgreens AU

Yes, I’m back with another one of these abominations, starring our favorite red team leader. AO3 link is here.

Sarge finds love at the local Walgreens.

Part 1

Sarge and Tucker pull into a parking spot at the local Walgreens.

Tucker works the occasional weekend for a program assisting elderly folks who don't have access to a car for one reason or another. Unfortunately, his schedule coincidentally keeps lining him up to drive around the same crazy veteran, even though he tried to change up his times to avoid getting the old geezer again and again.

Tucker walks around to open the passenger door, then places his hand on Sarge's arm to help him out of the car.

"Just 'cause they won't let me drive don't mean I can't walk! Hands off, ya dirty blue!" Sarge bellows as he swats the younger man away.

"The hell? You're the Walmart greeter wearing blue all the time, gramps," Tucker says with a smirk, having learned that mentioning this color for some reason pisses the dude off to no end.

Sarge ignores the comment so he doesn't have to deal with being completely in denial about this fact. Instead, he occupies his mind with daydreams about the local Target having an open position so he can work for a business that has good taste in corporate colors.

The routine is the same as always: Tucker wanders through the aisles to investigate discounted previous holiday's candy and decorations, while Sarge shuffles to the pharmacy area to pick up his prescriptions.

What wasn't the same was the pharmacist behind the counter today. And gosh darn if Sarge had ever seen a sight as beautiful as her. Raven hair with stunning silver streaks in a loose bun, a sleek white coat accentuating her form, and a face that would make a boy hit puberty right then and there if he hadn't already. But thankfully, Sarge wasn't a boy. And he was ready to show this fine lady what a man he was.

"'Scuse me, miss?" he says, smoothing out his normally gruff voice. She cocks her head with a large smile, responding with bright excitement, "Why, hello there! Oh, oh, please, tell me, do you have an extremely rare and life-threatening disease and not a completely boring ailment like pneumonia? That would just make my day!"

God bless America-- Sarge was in love.

"I think you have somethin' for me, little lady," he continues with a chuckle. Sarge leans against the counter and flexes his arm to show how swole he was despite his age. He couldn't see it at first since he isn't wearing his bifocals, but now that he's closer, he squints to read the angel's name tag on her uniform: Dr. Emily Grey.

Dr. Grey's face falls, seemingly disappointed. "Oh, you called ahead to order the... Beano? You know, you can get that over the counter."

"Oh, nope! Must've heard me wrong! Dang phones, right? Yep, heh, I'm, uh, I meant to say, uh-- Viagra!" Sarge scrambles for an excuse to sound like an adequate partner, and hopes that it's sufficient.

Dr. Grey raises an eyebrow, but her smile brightens. Heh. Knew it would work. The lovely doctor turns to retrieve the product from a shelf behind her.

"Yep, normally Sarge Jr. has no problems, but a good soldier is always prepared!"

"That's very proactive of you,” she offers cheerfully, “especially given that most men your age tend to have a fairly active libido but not enough manpower to satisfy it!”

"Heh, well, once ya give me that magic little pill there, I'll be able to do a lotta satisfying. At least for four hours, anyway-- then I'll have to call ya to help me out." Sarge winks. Dr. Grey giggles as she pulls up his account on the pharmacy's computer.

"You'd need my number for that... Sarge?" She tilts her head quizzically. "Oh, there must be a data entry error, it looks like they only entered your surname--"

"No error there, gorgeous! Name's Sarge but you can call me daddy." Ha, he's on a roll, smoother than he'd ever been, age be damned!

"So how does a fella go about gettin' those digits, Ms. Emily Grey? Is your middle name murder? 'Cause I've got a boner for you." He earns another giggle from this heavensent being.

"I have no idea what you mean by that, but I would love to psychoanalyze you to find out!"

"Hey Sarge, d'ya get your fart meds? What's the hold up?" Tucker asks, carrying a bag full of Valentine's Day candy even though it was nearing Halloween. He approaches the two as Sarge finishes punching her number into his Jitterbug flip phone.

"Ain't no holdup, son!" Sarge hollers back, although his intended annoyance is dampened by his ear-to-ear grin. As they exit the store, Tucker lightly punches him in the shoulder with a proud smile. Sarge doesn't even think to berate or shrug off the whippersnapper, too distracted by his delight.

Sarge thinks on the battle won today. The battle… of love.

Part 2

"You're a DILF, sweetie, don't worry." Emily smiles at her husband of 19 years, rocking back and forth in the chair across from him on their porch.

"But he called me a GILF! I'm not a grandpa, Simmons doesn't even have kids! Him and that dirtbag haven't--"

"And even if they did, remember, you adopted him, so it technically doesn't have to count!" Emily disputes with her soft smile intact. She pats Sarge's hand lovingly. He huffs.

"Fine. Wait, what's all this hafta do with the Walgreens commercial we're doin', anyway? And why do they call it Walgreens? It would sound better if it was Walreds. Heh. At least it's not Walblues." Sarge shudders.

"Um, Mrs. Sharge? Could you shay the motto? My phone ish running out of battery," Jensen says anxiously, steadying her smartphone at the two. "Director Church won't be happy if I don't finish thish tonight!"

"Yer not even bein' paid, intern girl! Doesn't hafta be perfect!" Sarge grunts.

Emily rolls her eyes, then directs her line at the camera, "Trusted since 1901."

"Just like Sarge's dick!!"

"Palomo!! Ugh, I'll jusht edit it out!"

Fade to black.

#red vs blue #rvb #rvb fic #rvb au #emily x sarge #dr grey #rvb sarge #lavernius tucker #rvb tucker #katie jensen #rvb jensen #charles palomo #rvb palomo #walgreens au #ao3 #fanfic

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everlarkficexchange · 6 years ago

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To be Her O.A.O. (one-and-only) - Chapter 2

written by: @noneyabidnes

Rating: Mature

Prompt 73: Katniss marries Gale before he’s sent to fight WWII. Gale sends home his buddy Peeta to break the news to his wife and family that he’s fallen in love with someone else in Europe and is staying there after the war… Peeta is under the impression Katniss is a cold woman that only married his friend out of obligation but finds out the other side of the story soon enough. [submitted by @alliswell21]

Tags: era-appropriate derogatory terms for Axis powers, angst

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Chapter 2

The shadows are stretching long by the time we hear hooves coming up the road. Prim jumps out of her seat saying she needs to check on the sheep as Katniss continues dinner preparations in the small kitchen. I try to stand up to help just to have her shush me back down again. I’ve offered more than once, but somewhere in the last couple hours, as we’ve talked about nothing in particular, she’s come to decide I’m an acceptable guest, and I’ve barely been able to take my eyes off her. As she turns her back to me, I snag the rumpled photo back off the table and slip it in my pocket

It’s become my personal challenge to get her to smile as much as I can, telling stories about every Good-time Charley and cracked egg I met in the service. I even managed a blush out of her, and Prim for that matter, delicately explaining why most guys referred to letters from their girls back home as sugar reports. It prompted her to ask me about my own special someone, of which I had to admit I had none. Delly Cartwright and I used to pal around a bit, but last I’d heard she’d gone and hitched up with Thom Quinn after he’d come back from France. I wasn’t surprised to hear she’d fallen for the flyboy, nor was I hurt. She and I weren’t cut out for one-and-only.

I’m still watching Katniss push onions around a pan when she starts to sing quietly to herself. It’s a song from before the war, one I haven’t heard since before I shipped out to Parris Island, but what catches me isn’t sentimentality toward the song, but the rich tone of her voice. Gale never mentioned she could sing. He spoke endlessly about her hunting acumen, how sensible she was, if a bit distant and frigid in her demeanor. He made it seem like getting any affection from her was hard-fought. That even after they had married, he still didn’t think she really felt much love for him. To hear the emotion in her voice as she sings, I know how wrong he was. Not that she was in love—it does seem clear that wasn’t the case—but that she wears her heart where it can get trampled. That this ‘cold woman with a hard stare’ as he often put it, is in fact a woman full of warmth. Each smile I’ve earned from her has felt like a victory and now, to hear her singing as though she’s perfectly comfortable with me in her kitchen, I can’t imagine ever being able to tear myself away from this shack on this rock outcrop of a mountain. From her.

And I immediately fill with shame for feeling it. I shouldn’t be a goner for my best friend’s not-an-ex-wife. We’ve only just met. We know nothing about one another beyond the pleasantries we’ve exchanged these past couple hours. There’s no way I could ever convince her that I’m an upstanding man if I were to tell her the thoughts running through my mind. I’d only confirm her initial misgivings of having me here in the first place.

Prim stomps back through the door with a tall young man on her heels who is the spitting image of his older brother. This must be Rory, the one Gale always speaks about with equal parts pride and frustration. I carefully stand on one leg to shake his hand as he towers over me and Katniss gasps.

“We never went to your mother’s house! Oh no, we got so caught up talking about…what were we even talking about?” She looks to me to fill in the gap and I return Rory’s solid handshake.

“Matters of deep importance, if I do recall. Rory, I presume. Your brother didn’t lie about how strong you are, but I doubt he realizes how tall you’ve gotten. He was always proud of having a coupla inches on you. I daresay you’re taller’an him now. You must have been stealin’ rations.”

A grin breaks out on Rory’s face before he pulls me in for a quick, surprising hug, knocking me slightly off balance. “It’s all the squirrel Katniss keeps feedin’ us. Where is he? Prim wouldn’t tell me anything.” He hasn’t let go of my hand, but he’s looking around the shack, as though the Lance Corporal will appear any moment.

“We should go talk to you mother.” Katniss jumps in. She turns back to the stove and shuffles pans away from the heat. “Come on. Let’s head over there. Rory, can you help Peeta walk?”

“Peter?” He glances back at me and his eyes trail down to my prosthetic propped against the wall by my chair.

“Peeta,” she corrects before I can, and I have to fight the smile that threatens to take over my face at how natural my name sounds on her lips. Lips I’m not supposed to be staring at. The guilt flares again. I have got to get a handle on myself.

“Peeta Mellark,” I fill in. “Your brother and I served together for over two years. Not many guys I can say that about, unfortunately.”

“But he’s okay, right?”

“Yes. Likely already back in Japan with the occupying forces. I would be there too, if it weren’t for my leg.”

His eyes widen, taking in the full extent of the situation. Prim steps up. “I told you, he walked all the way up here. He can’t put weight on it for a coupla days.”

“Can you mount a horse?”

“Sorry, city boy here. I’ve never been within twenty feet of a horse.”

“Huh. Hard to imagine life without one ‘round here. Okay, let’s see here.”

As Rory’s scratching his head, Katniss turns back to the stove and shuffles things around again.

“Rory, just go run and get your mother and bring the crew back here. You can all eat here tonight. I was just tossin’ together some stew anyway.”

He nods at the order as though Katniss were his CO and Gale’s words about her strength pop back into my head. He’s out the door before I can say anything else.

“You run a tight ship ‘round here.”

“Hardly, but I’m his big sister, whether we share blood or not. I carried that boy on my hip as much as any other woman on this mountain, and his little brother even more so. They know better’an to give me lip.”

“Yes ma’am.” I salute her quickly before I return to my seat, surprised by how much standing for the short period on one leg has exhausted me. I feel so far from the strong boot I was so few months ago.

She graces me with another small smile and I find myself berating Gale in my mind. How dare you call this woman cold? With the exception of her pointing an arrow at me when I first appeared on the mountain, she’s been nothing if not understanding and warm. And she sings! How could anyone walk away from her? Just as quickly the scolding turns back on myself. She’s married, you cracked egg! To your best friend! Let it go!

In no time, Rory is back through the door with an even younger version of Gale in tow as well as a young girl who must be Posy. I can see immediately why he is so protective of her. Delicate features that are slightly gaunt, pointing to a rough life. So beautiful and sweet in her countenance. Her large grey eyes take me in and immediately turn back to her big brother.

“He’s Gale’s friend? Where’s Gale?” Rory puts his index finger up to his lips and she falls silent. I reach out a hand toward her.

“Hi Posy. Yes, I’m Gale’s friend Peeta. He sent me here to make sure you were all doin’ well. He misses you so much, li’l sweetheart. He told me lots about you, including how beautiful you are. I’m sorry he’s not here himself.”

Katniss cuts in before I can say anything more. “Where’s your Ma?”

“She put herself to bed early and Vick couldn’t get her to crack an eye when he went in to wake her.”

Silence fills the small room. What would they have done for dinner if Katniss hadn’t invited them over? Looking at the boys, I’m sure they can fend for themselves, but it still reinforces the reason Gale wanted to marry Katniss before he left. She’s the one who makes sure these kids are taken care of.

“Well, I guess there’s no reason to keep it hush-hush,” Katniss starts. “Gale’s doing fine. He got injured back on Okinawa, but he’s back with his battalion over in Japan now. Thing is, he’s not gonna be comin’ home after he’s done over there. He found a lady on an island that loves him and they’re havin’ a baby. He’s gonna stay and live with her after he’s done his tour.”

Posy’s innocence cuts to the heart of it. “But I thought he was gonna have babies with you?”

Katniss shakes her head. “No, Pose, me and Gale never was gonna have kids. We’ve got you guys. You’re all the family we ever wanted. Don’t need no babies underfoot when I’m huntin’ or milkin’ the goats.”

“But you guys love each other.”

Katniss reaches out and pulls Posy into her lap like she’s done it a thousand times. My heart breaks to see the comfort between them. This is Gale’s family. He should be here. How did he walk away from this?

“Ya’ know Posy, you’re right. Gale and I do love each other, but not the way your Ma and Pa loved each other. Not the way Prim and Rory love each other. Gale and I, we know, knew each other inside and out, but we were never big into kissing and hugging. And this lady he met, he loves her much bigger than he loves me. And that’s alright. I’m happy for him Posy, ya’ hear? Happy he gets to have someone who loves him like he’s the most important guy on this here Earth. Someone who can give him babies and make him smile, because he deserves that, don’t he, Pose?”

The little one rests her head on Katniss’s shoulder and snuggles in tighter. “Will you still give me hugs and kisses?”

“Oh, sugar, you and I? We’re together ‘til you can’t stand me, ya’ hear? We’re family. That had nothin’ to do with Gale and everythin’ to do with bein’ there for your first steps and first words, and holdin’ your hand on the way to school. Gale can go have his big adventure. We’ll keep being family here, no matter.”

“So he’s not takin’ you away?” The sweet girl points at me and Katniss’s eyes widen briefly before a soft smile graces her face.

“No, he’s not takin’ me anywhere. Gale sent him here to make sure I was okay, to make sure we all are. He doesn’t want us to be angry with him for stayin’ there. And we’re not, are we?”

Posy shakes her head slowly against Katniss’s shoulder, her hand absently playing with the end of Katniss’s braid.

“Ma’s gonna be angry,” Vick speaks up and all eyes turn to him.

“Well, she’ll jus’ have to take that up with me,” Katniss states, leaving no room for argument. “Now, if you wanna know how your brother’s doin’, this nice gentleman here, Mr. Peeta, can answer all your questions. I recommend you ask ‘em one on top of ‘nother so that he can hardly keep up.”

She slides Posy off her lap and turns back toward the pots on the stove, but not before I catch the glint of mischief in her eyes. Posy doesn’t disappoint, asking everything from what color Gale’s clothes are these days to what the baby’s name will be. She keeps going all the way through dinner and up to the moment Rory picks her up to carry her tired frame back across the field to their home.

Prim follows them out the door, her hand resting on the small of Rory’s back. I’ll have to write to Gale to let him know that Rory’s found his O.A.O., his one-and-only. I wonder how he’ll react to it being Prim. And I’ll have to fill him in on Posy’s interrogation.

Behind me I can hear Katniss shuffling around by the small couch that Prim called her bed. Just moments before Vick was sitting on it with Katniss and as I turn to watch I notice the threadbare sheets that are creating a home for me tonight.

“I know Prim didn’t really give you much choice, but if you’re more comfortable, I can sleep outside or in the barn. I’m usta sleepin’ sittin’ up at this point. I don’t need to be in your space.”

“Don’t you know better than to turn down mountain hospitality? No, I don’t mind you being here. It may not make much sense, but I kinda like havin’ you here. The house feels a little safer, a little fuller. I don’t know, maybe it’s just all those stories you told about Gale and the rest of the guys, but I feel like I already know you. Like you’re just a long-lost friend that Gale managed to wrangle back to the mountain.”

She’ll never know how much those words mean to me, or how she’s brought hope to a man that has felt his worth in the world dwindling by the day, but I try to express at least a little of it. “Thank you. Gale told me you were fiercely protective of your brood up here. I can see why, but yeah, from all his stories I kinda feel like I know all of you as well, although you’re a bit of a surprise.”

She turns to catch my eyes, a question on her lips so I plunge ahead.

“I didn’t know how you would handle the news. Most gals don’t take kindly to word their man’s shacked up with another girl. Since I’ve told you, I’ve seen you smile and sing. I dare say you’re genuinely happy for him.”

Bringing herself up straight and rigid, she rolls her shoulders back, incidentally drawing my attention to areas I’m better off not noticing. “Ya’know Corporal, I am happy. When we got married, I felt like I’d been trapped. I knew it was the right thing to do. I understood why he’d suggested it, but he, well, he had these feelings that I just didn’t have. Only time we ever kissed was after the preacher finished our vows. Shouldn’t a wife want to kiss her husband? We didn’t even sleep in the same house that night! He tried to…well, I shoun’t be tellin’ you all this.”

“You weren’t in love with him and he wanted you to be.”

She nods solemnly. “We needed each other to survive for those many years after our Pa’s died, and he knew I’d take care o’ his family while he was gone. I wasn’t lyin’ to Posy. They’re my family, no matter what. I didn’t need to marry him for that to be so. But he wanted ta make sure his pay came here and that his mother didn’t drink it.”

“If you don’t mind my askin’, has there been a guy you did want?”

Her eyebrow raises, almost like a challenge. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Just wantin’ to make sure no one’s showing up with a shotgun while I’m sleepin’ in your house. I’ve already been shot at enough in this life.”

She drops to the edge of the bed and levels me with her stare. “You grew up in a city, so I’ll excuse you not knowin’ anything about small towns, but let me just tell ya, I’ve known ev’ry boy in this town since the days when they still ran around in nappies. You’re the first new man I’ve met since before the war—ain’t no young fellas been around. They all took off to fight the Jerries and the Japs, and those that stayed behind were chickens and ‘shiners. No, Corporal Mellark, there’s no one poundin’ down our door in the middle of the night who’ll batt an eye at you on our cot, and if they did, I’d point my arrow right back at’em.”

“Hell, you’re like Artemis herself. How could any man resist that?” I retort.

Happy with herself, the grin that splits her cheeks makes up for every bad thing I’ve seen in the last three years. The heavy silence that sits between us stretches on until I wonder if I’m not the only one feeling awake and alive in a new way.

When Prim pushes through the door several minutes later, she finds us still smiling silently at one another. Shaking her head, she walks past us and into the back of the house to where I presume Katniss’s bedroom must be. The spell is broken, but the smiles remain.

“I should be gettin’ to bed, Miss Everdeen. My nurse says I have to rest up and I want to make sure I can help out while I’m here. You got the fixin’s for pancakes in the morning?” I don’t think my use of her maiden name goes unnoticed as she leans in so slightly toward me.

“You just have to sweet talk the chickens into givin’ you a coupla eggs, but I doubt that’ll be a problem for you, Corporal.” Something about the way she says my rank sounds oh so good and my thoughts take a decidedly un-Christian turn, particularly with her sitting just across from me on what sure as hell looks like a bed. Luckily, she takes that moment to stand.

“Goodnight Corporal Peeta Mellark.” It rolls off her tongue, leaving me wondering if the innuendo is all in my head. It has to be, right? No way this beautiful woman could be flirting with someone as damaged as me.

My “Goodnight Katniss” as her skirt swishes past my knees comes out just shy of a whisper, but I swear she pauses to smile again.

I’ve slept sitting up in the pouring rain as machine-gun fire bounced around me. How in the world am I going to sleep tonight?

#Springtime Edition 2019 #submission #noneyabidnes #Alliswell21 #prompt 73

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A Sky Full of Stars (Yondu X Reader)

A/N: I’ve had this written for a couple of weeks, but I was a little nervous about sharing it. This is my first foray into smut, and I’d like to give a huge thank you to @rooker-character-fics for reading it and giving me the confidence to actually post it. 💙

Tagged list: @misfitgirlwrites @animeaniseed (Let me know if you’d like to be added to my tagged list!)

Warnings: It’s pretty fluffy, but there is some smut.

You’d lived next door to Peter Quill’s grandparents since you were a little girl, you and your parents having moved in a couple of years after Peter disappeared.

After you’d moved out of your parents’ house, you’d moved into one a few houses down, but were still close with his grandparents, visiting them often.

On one of Peter’s visits, he brought Yondu along with him. His grandparents were, understandably, still upset about Yondu taking Peter as a little boy, but after Peter explained why he did it, they accepted it and were willing to let Yondu visit. Perhaps in an effort to make dinner a little less awkward, they invited you over to eat with them. You were nervous, but mostly excited, since you’d never met anyone who wasn’t from Earth.

Your first impression was, of course, that Yondu was blue, and you were fascinated. Your second impression was that he was very attractive, which made you nervous. You weren’t good in social situations at the best of times, but you were a nervous wreck around Yondu. You tried your best to cover up the fact that he was doing things to you as you sat at the table listening to everyone else talk.

“You’re awful quiet tonight, Y/N. Cat got your tongue?” asked Peter’s grandfather, Gregg.

“Oh, no, I’m just enjoying the meal.” You smiled, trying – and failing – to keep your cheeks from turning red.

Thankfully, everyone’s attention was soon caught by Janis, Peter’s grandmother, as she asked if anyone would like dessert.

You looked around the table, and caught Yondu looking at you, which caused your cheeks to burn even more. You quickly looked down at your plate, cursing your awkwardness. You took a sip of water, and, chancing a look back at Yondu, found him still staring at you, but this time he was wearing a slight grin.

You turned to look at Janis, who was walking back into the dining room carrying a chocolate cake. As Gregg cut the cake and passed around the slices, you did your best to avoid looking in Yondu’s direction. You could still feel your face burning, and were unsure why he was looking at you in the first place. Did you have food on your face? Oh, crap, that’s it, you thought. You tried to surreptitiously wipe your mouth with your napkin, and were tempted to ask Peter, who was sitting to your right, if there was, indeed, food on your face, but you didn’t get the chance.

“How long are y’all going to stick around, Pete?”

“I don’t know. What do you think, Yondu?”

Yondu shrugged, and, with a glance at you, replied, “I ain’t in no hurry ta go back.”

“We’ll probably stay a week or so,” added Peter.

“Good! It’ll be nice to you have you around for a while. Your grandmother and I miss you when you’re gone.”

With the conversation continuing around you, you tried to eat your chocolate cake without bringing any attention to yourself. Unfortunately, everyone seemed determined to bring you into the conversation.

“So, Y/N, when is that meteor shower you were talking about?” Janis asked you.

“Oh, it’s tonight, actually.”

“I was thinking it was next week, for some reason.”

“You going to stay out all night and watch?” asked Gregg. “You need to be careful staying out there on your own.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you replied, smiling at his concern.

“Well, you just holler if you need us, me and Pete will be right out.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, but I’m sure I’ll be perfectly safe.”

After dinner, you helped Janis clean up. As you were washing dishes, you heard someone walk in behind you. Thinking it was Janis, you turned and said, “Dinner was delicious tonight – oh! I thought you were Mrs. Quill.”

You felt your face flame, but Yondu didn’t seem to notice your discomfort. He stood next to you at the sink as he placed a few more dirty dishes on the counter.

“Nah. Dinner was good, though.”

“Yeah. It was.”

“Ya want me ta help ya?”

“Oh, it’s no problem. I’ve got it.”

“Ya sure? I can dry ‘em.”

“Oh, okay. Yeah, that would be good.”

There was silence as he picked up a towel to dry the dishes, and you handed him the one you’d just washed. Curse your awkwardness! You had no idea how to start a conversation with him, and standing in silence next to him was killing you.

“So, um, is this your first time on Earth? I mean, um, besides the time you, um...”

“Kidnapped Peter?”

“Uh, yeah.” Probably not the best topic, but it was too late now.

“I been here a few times.”

“Oh, okay.”

Mentally berating yourself for your lack of social skills, you handed him a glass to dry.

“Ya ain’t gotta be scared a me, ya know.”

“Oh, I’m not scared of you! I’m just… not good at talking to people I don’t know.”

“Huh. Well, maybe we should get ta know each other better, then.”

You almost dropped the plate you were washing as you turned to look at him. You were saved from having to respond by Janis walking into the kitchen.

“Oh, y’all didn’t need to wash those! I was going to get them.”

“It’s no problem, Janis.”

“We don’t mind at all, do we, Y/N?”

Hearing him say your name almost had you melting through the floor, but you managed a response. “Not at all.”

“Well, that’s awful sweet of y’all. Come on into the living room when you’re done.”

“We will,” you replied, as she walked back out.

There was silence again as you continued washing the plate you were holding.

“Think that plate’s probably clean enough by now.”

“Oh. Yeah, probably.” Blushing, you handed it to him, and picked up another glass to wash. You briefly closed your eyes, trying to give yourself a quick mental pep talk. He probably already thought you were an idiot, and you hated that you couldn’t just have a normal conversation with a stranger, for once in your life.

“So, ya live close by?”

“Yeah, just a couple of houses down.”

He nodded, and took the glass from you.

“Thanks for helping me dry these.”

“Yer welcome. I ain’t usually big on doin’ dishes, but I like tha company.”

You laughed nervously. “I haven’t exactly been a great conversationalist.”

He laughed, too, and replied, “Nah, it’s fine. I like bein’ ‘round ya. Terrans don’t usually like me bein’ around. Me an’ my crew make ‘em nervous, they think we’re gonna abduct ‘em or somethin’.”

“Well, you don’t really have a great track record with that, so they might have reason to be nervous about it.”

He laughed again, louder this time. “Yeah, yer right.”

You smiled, and felt yourself relaxing a little.

You finished washing the last few dishes, and for the first time in your life, wished there were more of them to wash. As he dried the last fork, he said, “Never thought I’d enjoy washin’ dishes so much.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.”

He grinned at you, as Peter walked in. “What’s taking so long in here?”

“Nothing, we’re finished now.”

“It’s about time.”

You followed him to the living room, Yondu trailing behind the two of you. When you walked into the room, Janis motioned you over, as Peter took the second empty recliner, his grandfather having already claimed the other. “Come on, Y/N! Wheel of Fortune is about to start!”

You smiled, thinking fondly of all the times you’d watched Wheel of Fortune with them. You sat next to her on the couch, then realized that the only other open seat was the one next to you on the couch. You looked to see Yondu sit next to you, then turned your attention to the TV. You’d never fully appreciated just how small their couch was until you found Yondu sitting so close to you.

You took a deep breath and tried to focus on what Janis was saying to you.

“ - we didn’t think they were ever going to solve one of those puzzles last night. Gregg had it figured out right away, but they just had to keep on guessing letters. I keep telling him he should go on there. He’d win, for sure.”

“I don’t know, Janis, you know I wouldn’t want to be on TV.”

“Well, you should still try it.”

You smiled to yourself, their conversation reminding you of so many evenings spent here as a child. Of course, none of those evenings had you sitting side by side with a Centaurian.

“So ya jus’ hafta guess letters ‘til ya figure out what it’s s’posed ta say?”

“Yeah. You might as well not even bother, though, Yondu,” Peter joked.

“I can read, boy.”

As they bantered back and forth, you couldn’t help smiling. You’d never really thought about the relationship between Peter and the man who, essentially, kidnapped him, but you realized it was definitely more of a father / son relationship than you would have imagined.

After Wheel of Fortune ended, Gregg suggested watching a movie he’d wanted to see.

“I picked up the DVD yesterday, and thought I’d save it for tonight.”

As he put the DVD into the player, Yondu spoke up. “Ain’t never watched a movie before. Peter was always talkin’ ‘bout ‘em, though. I might as well’ve seen some of ‘em, as many times as I had ta listen ta his yammerin’.”

“Hey, I didn’t yammer. Anyway, Footloose is a classic. I can’t help it that you couldn’t appreciate good art.”

You snickered, and Yondu gave you a grin. You held his gaze for a moment, before Peter interrupted.

“Y/N, tell Yondu that Footloose is a classic.”

“If you say so.”

Yondu laughed. “She ain’t gonna lie fer ya, boy.”

“Listen, I think we should watch Footloose tonight to prove -”

“Shhh, Peter, the movie is starting,” whispered Janis.

Biting your lip to keep from laughing, you glanced at Yondu, who winked at you. Peter sighed, then got up to turn the light off, before returning to his recliner, sitting down with a huff.

You found it hard to concentrate on the movie. Your attention was more focused on Yondu’s leg pressed against yours, and his hand that was resting so close to your own. You wanted, so badly, to reach out and hold it, but knew that was a bad idea, for numerous reasons.

When the movie ended, Janis turned the lights back on, and everyone blinked in the sudden brightness.

“Well, I enjoyed that! What did y’all think?”

Everyone agreed that it was a good movie, but you hoped she didn’t ask you about anything specific, because you had absolutely no idea what the movie was about.

Looking at the clock, you realized how late it was, and suddenly remembered the meteor shower.

“I’d probably better head home now. It’s getting late.”

“And you’ve got your meteor shower tonight! You don’t want to miss that,” said Janis, as you stood to give her a hug.

“Pete, you go on and walk Y/N home,” added Gregg.

“Oh, it’s fine. It’ll only take a couple of minutes to get home. I’ll be okay.”

Yondu stood up then, and replied, “I’ll walk ya home, if ya want. I’s gonna take a walk around anyway.”

Gregg looked like he was about to say something about that, but you answered before he could.

“Okay, if you’re sure you were going for a walk anyway.”

He grinned at you, and replied, “Yep. Gotta stretch my legs.”

“Okay.” You smiled, then suddenly realized that everyone else in the room was watching the two of you.

Feeling your face burning again, you turned back to Janis. “Thank you for a wonderful evening. Dinner was delicious.”

You gave her another hug, and she replied, “Thank you, Y/N.”

You hugged Gregg, who whispered so that no one else could hear, “You sure you’re okay with him walking you home?”

You smiled at his concern, but replied, “Yes, it’ll be fine.”

He still didn’t look convinced, but only said, “All right, then, if you’re sure. Enjoy your meteor shower.”

“I will.”

You heard Yondu talking to Janis, but couldn’t hear what he was saying because suddenly Peter was standing in front of you.

“I can’t believe you wouldn’t back me up about Footloose.”

You laughed, and replied, “You have got to watch some more movies, Peter.”

Yondu joined the two of you, and said, “Ya ready ta go, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I am. Bye, Peter.”

“Bye, Y/N. See ya later, Yondu.”

Yondu nodded at Peter, then opened the door for you, closing it behind himself as you waited for him at the bottom of the porch steps.

He fell into step beside you as you headed in the direction of your house.

“How did you like the movie?”

“It was perty good. Had trouble payin’ attention to it, though.”

“Oh?”

“Couldn’t really tell ya what it was s’posed ta be about.”

“Why not?”

“I’s too distracted.”

“Distracted by what?”

“Sittin’ so close to ya had me thinkin’ ‘bout things other’n tha movie.”

You turned to look at him, and the look he gave you in return almost made your legs go out. Thankfully, you’d reached your house.

“Thanks for walking me home. You really didn’t have to do that.”

“Was my pleasure.”

He looked up at the sky as you fidgeted with your keys.

“Ya mind if I join ya while ya watch tha meteor shower? Ain’t never seen one from down here.”

“Oh, no, I don’t mind.”

He looked at you, and asked, “Ya sure?”

“Yeah, I’d love the company, actually.”

He grinned, and you smiled shyly, as you turned to unlock the door. You picked up the blanket you’d already set aside, then led him to the backyard.

You spread the blanket on the ground, then the two of you sat down. Sitting with him in the dark, under the stars, was much more intimate than sitting next to him at the Quills’, and you were suddenly unsure of what to say. You could feel butterflies start to flutter around your stomach as he scooted closer to you.

Finally, Yondu broke the silence.

“This is nice.”

“Yeah, it is.”

“Kinda strange, seein’ tha stars from down here.”

You turned to look at his profile as he watched the sky.

“What’s it like? In space?”

He turned to meet your gaze. “Hard ta describe.” He shrugged, and you were afraid you were being brushed off. Embarrassed, you looked down at your hands before lifting your head to look back at the stars, but he continued, “I ain’t too good at describin’ things.”

You looked back at him as he continued to talk.

“It’s bigger’n ya’d think. Y’all are perty much stuck here on Terra, but up there, ya can go almost anywhere ya want. Might take a little time ta reach tha far off planets, but it ain’t too bad.”

“That sounds incredible. What’s it like being so close to the stars?”

“Never really thought about it ‘til now. Always jus’ took it fer granted, I guess. But it’s beautiful.”

“I bet it is.”

You suddenly realize that you’d been staring at each other for a few seconds without talking. He grinned at you, and you smiled shyly, tucking your hair behind your ear, as you turned back to the stars. Yondu stared at you for a few more seconds before he also returned his gaze to the sky.

“Ya should see it some day.”

“Oh, I’d love to!”

“Maybe I can take ya,” he said, without taking his eyes from the sky.

You were taken off guard, and turned again to look at his profile. “I’d like that.” You could see him smile at your words as he continued watching the sky, and you couldn’t help smiling to yourself.

A few more moments of silence passed, then, “Ya gotta boyfriend?”

“No. No, I’m not seeing anyone.” The butterflies in your stomach took up a faster flight at his words. “Why?”

“Jus’ makin’ sure. Figured if ya had one, he wouldn’t wanna find ya out here lookin’ at tha stars with another man.”

You weren’t sure why he brought it up, but you didn’t want to push it, in case he really was just trying not to overstep his bounds.

You bit the inside of your lip, and turned to look skyward again. You knew he would never be interested in you. You were just a boring girl from Earth, and he was a space pirate who traveled the galaxy. You sighed softly, and tried to ignore how sad that made you feel.

Silence fell again, until you shivered slightly in the chill.

“Ya cold?”

“A little. I’m okay, though.”

He’d already started taking off his duster when you said “a little,” and by the time you’d finished your sentence, he was placing it around your shoulders.

“Ain’t got sleeves, so it might not even help that much.”

You could still feel his body heat from the duster, and between that and his warm body sitting so close to you, you were afraid you were going to get too warm.

“No, it’s perfect. Thank you.”

Scooting closer to you, he held out his arm.

“If yer still cold, I don’t mind if ya wanna sit a lil’ closer ta me.”

You hesitated for only a second, before sliding closer and letting him wrap his arm around you.

The meteor shower started to pick up in earnest the longer the two of you watched.

“Might be easier ta watch if we’re lyin’ back. Won’t be so hard on our necks.”

“You’re probably right. I’ll go inside and get some pillows. Be right back.”

“I’ll be right here waitin’ on ya.”

You managed to calmly walk inside the house, then practically skipped down the hall to retrieve pillows from your bed. Feeling absolutely giddy, you tried to get yourself under control. Grabbing another blanket to cover the two of you, you decided to quickly make some hot chocolate. You carried the pillows and blanket out, and told him, “I’ve just gotta get one more thing.”

You returned with two mugs of hot chocolate to find that he’d already arranged the pillows, very closely together. You handed him a mug, then sat next to him.

“What’s this?” he asked.

“It’s hot chocolate. Thought it might help keep us warm.”

He took a sip, then sighed. “That’s good.”

“I’m glad you like it,” you replied, smiling at him.

You settled in beside him as you sipped your hot chocolate. When you both finished, you set the mugs aside. You felt strange being the one to bring up the lying-down thing again, so you didn’t say anything. You didn’t know how to phrase it without it just sounding weird, and you were starting to overthink the whole thing when you realized Yondu had reclined back against his pillow.

“Ya gonna join me?”

You turned to see his arm draped behind your pillow, and the butterflies started doing a manic dance in your stomach. Lying beside him, you covered both of you with the second blanket as he pulled you closer.

“This okay?” He sounded suddenly unsure of himself, and you smiled encouragingly at him.

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Good.”

You both looked up at the sky, where the meteor shower had started to pick up even more.

“Watching the stars has always been one of my favorite things.”

“That right?”

“Yeah. What about you? What’s one of your favorite things?”

“Well, now I hafta say hot chocolate’s one a my favorite things.” You heard the grin in his voice, and smiled.

“I’ll have to give you the recipe so you can make it when you’re gone.”

“Or you can jus’ go with me an’ tell me how ta do it yerself.”

Thinking he was joking, you laughed, but he only said, “I’m bein’ serious.”

“What?” you asked, leaning up to look at his face. It was hard to make out his expression, but he did look serious.

“Ya said ya wanted ta see tha stars up close one day. I’ll take ya with me when I go. If ya wanna go, that is.”

Completely taken by surprise, you could only stare at him. You weren’t sure if you should go – there were a hundred reasons why you shouldn’t - but then you finally realized there was nothing you’d rather do more.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Ya mean it?”

“Yeah,” you laughed again. “I’d love that.”

He smiled at you, and you snuggled closer to him, getting comfortable in the crook of his arm.

The two of you watched the shower for a while longer, talking about anything and everything. You were surprised that it was so easy to talk to him now. You were usually so anxious around other people unless you’d known them for a while, but something about Yondu made you want to let down your defenses and just relax. He seemed completely relaxed with you, too.

You didn’t know how it happened, but you realized that your hand was resting on his chest. He moved his free hand to cover yours, and you could hardly believe that you were lying beside him, holding hands, as you watched the stars.

You could also hardly believe the next few words that came out of your mouth.

“Are you staying with the Quills?”

“Nah, I’m stayin’ on tha ship. Didn’t wanna intrude.”

“Where’s your ship?”

“Couple miles back that way.” He nodded his head in the general direction.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?”

You could feel your face start to flame as he turned his head to look at you.

“Ya want me ta stay with ya?”

“I mean, only if you want to, so you don’t have to walk all the way back to your ship, you know. It’s late, and it’s so far, not to mention it’s cold...”

You were rambling out of nervousness, and he grinned lazily at you before he replied. “Yeah, stayin’ here with ya sounds nice.” His gaze turned serious for a moment as he searched your face. “But only if yer sure.”

Breathless, and unable to believe your nerve, you replied, “I’m sure.” This wasn’t like you at all, but you were sure.

His grin returned, and you were quite sure you’d never been so happy.

“Maybe we can have more a that hot chocolate.”

Laughing, you replied, “We can definitely have more.”

Suddenly, the sky overhead was full of shooting stars as the shower peaked.

You gasped, and whispered, “It’s so beautiful.”

“Yeah, it is. But it ain’t tha only thing out here that’s beautiful.”

You turned your head to look at him, and found him staring intently at you, a small smile playing on his lips.

You felt the butterflies in your stomach take flight again, as though they were now trying to escape.

He leaned up onto his elbow, and lowered his face to yours, hovering above your lips as though waiting for permission. You nodded almost imperceptibly, then met his lips halfway as the stars continued to blaze overhead.

As the kiss deepened, he caressed your face gently, and the butterflies in your stomach were replaced by fireworks. His hand moved lower, finding its way underneath your sweater, and you just knew you were going to melt through the ground at any moment.

Suddenly the moment was broken by a voice coming from around the side of the house. “Y/N, you out here?” Peter came into view, then suddenly stopped walking. “What the heck? What’s going on?”

You were mortified, but Yondu nonchalantly gave you a last lingering kiss next to your lips before he looked up at Peter, and replied, “What’s it look like, boy? Ain’t nobody ever told ya it ain’t polite ta walk up on somebody?”

“I didn’t know I was going to walk into… this! How did this even happen?”

“Well, son, when a man an’ a woman…”

“Shut up, Yondu. How did the two of you… I mean, why?” He looked helplessly at you as you sat up, Yondu’s arm still slung over your shoulder. “Y/N…”

You shrugged, face aflame, but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“Okay, I’m just going to leave now. I don’t want to talk about this ever again.”

“Bye, son!”

“Bye, Peter.”

He just shook his head and walked back toward his grandparents’ house.

“Think he got more’n he bargained fer when he walked ‘round tha corner a tha house.”

You laughed, until he ran his hand down your thigh.

“It’s gettin’ kinda chilly out here. Ya wanna go on inside an’ pick up where we left off?”

You bit your lip and nodded, and he growled softly, which sent a thrill through you. Standing, he pulled you up with him, then lifted you into his arms. Surprised, you laughed again, and he grinned at you as he started carrying you to the house.

“What about the stuff? The pillows and blankets?”

“Ya got more blankets an’ pillows on your bed?”

“Yeah.”

“Then we don’t need ‘em right now. We’ll get ‘em in tha mornin’.”

After some maneuvering, he finally managed to get you both in the house without dropping you, and you directed him to the bedroom. Giving you a wicked grin, he dropped you on the bed, then started pulling off his boots.

You kicked off your shoes, grinning at him, then reached up and grabbed the lapels of his vest, pulling him down on top of you. He rested his weight on his forearms, kissing you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He stopped kissing you long enough to say, “I like seein’ ya wearin’ my duster, but I’m gonna like seein’ ya even more without it… or tha rest a yer clothes.”

You blushed at the look he gave you, as he removed the duster and dropped it to the floor.

You tried to take his vest off, but fumbled with the numerous buckles. He chuckled as he watched you struggle.

Giving up, you asked, “Why do you have so many buckles? I mean, don’t get me wrong, it looks incredibly sexy, but is it really necessary?”

“They got their uses,” he grinned, easily taking it off.

You ran your hands lightly over the scars on his chest, and he lowered himself again to continue kissing you. You allowed your hands to roam over his back, feeling yet more scars. You’d have to ask him about them later, but now was definitely not the time. You doubted you could even form coherent sentences anyway, now that he was trailing kisses down your neck.

He pulled your sweater over your head, and then continued kissing you on every inch of available bare skin.

You were both soon divested of your pants, and you shivered with anticipation as one of his hands trailed languidly up and down your side, his lips still caressing your skin, his other hand toying with the strap of your bra. He soon had it off, and he tossed it to the floor to join the rest of your clothes. You started to tug on his underwear, and he lifted himself to allow you to remove them. He did the same to you, and you reveled in the feeling of being so close to him, skin against skin, with no inhibitions.

He continued his leisurely exploration of your body, and you arched your back as he kissed a particularly sensitive area.

Breathing heavier, you ran your hands along his back, kissing the top of his head, near his fin. He moaned against your skin, and you felt as though you were coming undone. His lips made their way back to yours, and you returned his kiss feverishly.

His hand moved below your waist and you moaned against his lips, causing his hand to move even more insistently.

“Ya sure ya want this?” he whispered, his lips never leaving yours.

“Yes. Please, Yondu.”

He growled again, sending a shiver down your spine, as he gently entered you, allowing you time to adjust to the feel of him.

After a moment, he began to move inside you slowly, and you were lost in the pure ecstasy of being with him.

As his thrusts became faster, you whispered his name against his lips, and felt his movements become more erratic in turn. You felt your release build until suddenly you were lost in it, and as you arched your back and cried out, you felt him pulsing within you.

As you both came down from your highs, he rested his head on your chest as you tried to catch your breath. You kissed his head again, and he raised up to look at you. You smiled at him, and he kissed your lips softly.

Rolling to his back, he pulled you to him, as the two of you silently enjoyed the afterglow.

After a few minutes, you broke the silence. “Yondu?”

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“I’m definitely going with you when you leave.”

He chuckled softly, and replied, “Good, ‘cause I wasn’t gonna leave without ya.”

#yondu x reader #yondu udonta #yondu #yondu udonta x reader #yondu fanfic #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy fanfic #gotg #gotg2 #gotg fanfic #peter quill

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ruralbi · 2 years ago

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dear diary, i feel better but oooooh my god it's not lookin good for ya boy!!!! summary? my best friend told me he doesn't love me AGAIN

i'm like bro quit reminding me if ur gonna constantly be in my house havin me suck ur dick. life is hard out here :(

however he built a garden shed for my parents, shelves for my garage and he promised me he'll make a pantry and shoe rack for underneath my stairs when he comes back on saturday. he's gone to work until then... he'll be back saturday with hopefully money, cause we're starting to b seriously depleted. i need to up my game with someone else if i ever want to b a house husband, cause this bitch aint ever gonna support me.

he can't even jack me off, i don't think he's abt to shell put 400e a month for me to keep house.

my therapist is there like there are different ways to tell someone you love them. he does love you. look at all the work he does for you. yeah well he also does the same for half his friends and he doesn't regularly tell THEM he's not in love with them. like literally i know someone can be very deep in the closet and denial, i've been there. but at some point u just gotta accept that he's just not that into you. what gave me the hint? the multiple times where he's said that he doesn't love me romantically, just as a friend that is fun to fuck.

btw this post sponsorised by the builder who made his first appearance at the house ever since he decided he was getting sober.

apparently it didn't last a week, but he hasn't been here in months due to the awkward happenstance where he declared his (drunken) undying love for my flatmate (his colleague) while he has been fuckin me. unfortunately that's a deal breaker for both of us i think, he's barely made eye contact for the whole visit. i'm very like :/ we could've had a good life together :/ about it.

nobody can stand him, he's all alone in his house, in serious need of nurture? i'm a very patient, very home oriented sex enthusiast. your loss honey. you'd rather b in love with my flatmate who's only ever thought of you as a weird colleague, ur fuckin loss. i don't get what's wrong with me ://// why don't men want me (it's the faggotry)

frankly i haven't seen my gay dad in months either and at this point he wouldn't even b able to berate me for bein a slut i've been so faithful to my idiot best friend. i need to update my bullshittery.

options r perfectly fine guy that 1) is my coworker 2) that i'm not in love with 3) i think is mildly annoying

or a 56yo dude who is trying to drown me in compliments and just yesterday drunk texted me at 2am that he'll "take care of me" (he did text again in the morning to apologise).

fun fact abt this guy : people warned me to b careful cause he was homophobic but in the end he jumped in my bed one night he was staying over to not drink and drive. he did very much try to fuck me. he didn't have a condom and i'm not abt that life so i just sucked his dick and did some intense nipple play??? he's very sensitive it was cute. oh and we did intercrural, and he talked abt knocking me up!! during the dirty talk!!!! that was a new one :') maybe he really was homophobic before and he's only ever been with women and he didn't bother to update the dirty talk. but also that's weird dirty talk for a one night stand regardless of gender??? anyway i gotta admit that i did laugh a lot abt that afterwards. like have at it bro, u can try all u want.

he's been drowning me in compliments ever since abt how i'm the most gentle soul and so beautiful and kind and if only he was 30 years younger he would treat me like i deserved etc. i think he's just hoping that i'll suck his dick again but i heard he has a girlfriend (AFTER the dick sucking) and once again, i'm not abt that life. and also he's old enough to b my father and totally closeted to the point that other friends of ours warned me of his homophobia so ://// not great not great. sorry honey but thank u for the compliments i seriously need those rn

#my best friend #behemoth of a builder #56yo #no cutesy tag for him bc HOPEFULLY there won't b too many more shenanigans

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rasekstories · 7 years ago

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Sri-La

He had let Juzmik pick their lodgings. It was his best bet at the time, with Easy and the boy leading their covert landing on the new continent. If he’d let Easy pick their base, he would have stuck a flag in the middle of a battlefield and challenged the world to come tear it down, and while Juzmik was a bit softer than he cared for, the village of Sri-La was accommodating enough and relatively peaceful besides.

It reminded him of Revantusk in all honesty, which made him more comfortable and homesick than he particularly cared for. As such, he spent the majority of his time in a small apartment in Halfhill that served as both a living space and an office. It had an excellent view of the quaint little garden belonging to his neighbor, and the town itself was so busy despite its size that he was hardly ever bothered by the inhabitants, who were more worried about the hawkish troops with their hands on their weapons than they were about a glorified clerk with thinning hair.

Still, as long as Sri-La was their landing point, Rasek was expected to be there to push things ahead from behind, so to speak. While the majority of the soldiers rushed to the Shrine of the Two Moons and had fallen in love with the careful majesty of the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, the major general stayed behind to welcome the new troops, direct them to where they needed to be, go through his paperwork, the logs, and the payroll without much interference from the Alliance.

Sri-La clung to the wall of a massive cliff face on the northeastern shore of the continent, no less elegant than many of the of the other towns in the area and certainly more so than Halfhill itself, but it was out of the way and offered little beyond the way of fishing and perhaps a place to rest for someone who’d gotten lost on the road to elsewhere, so it remained relatively untouched by the flurry of activity that blanketed the region from the top of the cliff to its western border.

However, with the bulk of his papers left behind at his meager office, if Rasek finished his work early he was left with little to do. He stood at the edge of an empty deck with a fishing pole at his side, having harassed the Pandaren usually sitting there into wandering off and leaving him some peace, patting at his vest in search of a cigarette.

A young woman poked her head out the door and looked him over quickly before sighing and ducking back indoors. He could hear her speaking to someone in her native tongue, followed by another sigh. The Pandaren were amiable enough, but they didn’t like him crowding their space, and when they invaded his he made such a commotion that even with his generous rent he was becoming too much of a bother for the quiet little village.

Rasek shrugged and pulled a cigarette from his inner breast pocket. They’d likely try to bump his rent at the end of the week, which was fine. The more excuses he had to officially move his station to Halfhill the better. Even that shrine the boys had been fawning over would be a welcome change.

He found a single match left in his matchbox, bittersweet since he’d need more soon, but good enough to satisfy his nicotine cravings for now. He struck it against the side of the box, and as soon as the head burst into flame a gust of wind picked up from offshore and extinguished it, leaving Rasek with a terrible frown on his face and his pointed teeth nearly biting through the end of his cigarette. He attempted to throw the wasted match into the ocean to teach it a lesson, but it fluttered helplessly in the breeze and bounced off the helmet of a troll wandering along the beach beneath him instead.

“Oi!” Rasek called out, leaning over the banister and waving his hand. The troll looked up at him without a word. He was dressed head to ankle in dark plate, the deep cobalt blue of Northrend, with holes in the helmet for his tusks as well as a decorative set of darkened Drakkari bones on either side of his helmet. Fur poked out from the top of the breastplate and the bottom of the helm, which would have left any regular troll sweltering in the balmy warmth of the Jade Forest, but for a Death Knight it was just another layer of protection.

“You eh, you got a light?” The major general asked, his toothy grin failing to hide his ambition and desperation. The knight below him shook his head.

“No sir. I have no need for one.”

“Oh right, eh. Ya ya, don’t smoke, do ya?”

The knight shook his head. Rasek sighed and took the cigarette from his mouth, tempted to chew on it but unwilling to ruin his last cigarette, and tucked it behind his ear for safe keeping. The troll in plate did not move. Was he waiting for orders? Rasek eyed him rather awkwardly, unsure of what to do or say. The knight stared back.

“Sarjen eh, why don’t ya come up here an eh, have some company, ya?”

“Yes sir.”

He spoke with a clarity that made Rasek uneasy, and while he was never the best at hiding his emotions, he did his best not to be seen as unnerved by it. He wasn’t concerned about Sarjen’s comfort, but he was unwilling to let someone like that have any sort of power over him, even if it was by accident or something as small as the quality of his voice. It was so deliberate; careful yet dangerous, like speaking to an elf that was actually capable of grabbing you by the neck and squeezing until your head popped. His footsteps on the wooden stairs were just as deliberate. Rasek ran his tongue across the front of his teeth.

Sarjen took his place next to his superior officer, a head taller than the younger man and with broader shoulders, his hands clasped behind his back, eyes straight ahead. When he stood still, he was so quiet he seemed not to even breathe. Indeed, Rasek looked at the man’s chest to see if it was moving, which is was.

“Sooo…” He began, “Ya like it here, mon?” Sarjen was one of the unlucky few who had been stopped by the regular guard closer to Grookin Hill. Darkspear Trolls were not viewed favorably in the Horde these days, and Garrosh hadn’t invited them to join the rest of the loyal forces in Pandaria. Sarjen was no doubt capable of taking care of himself in regards to pencil pushers and lackeys, but he was also a dedicated soldier, and when faced with the possibility of being reported for disobedience, he faltered. As a result he was stuck in the Jade Forest until they could figure out why he was there in the first place.

“It is warm.” The knight’s voice was tinny and deep, rough and grumbling like two rocks being tumbled together. Rasek couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“Warm ya, but eh, de mon like you don’t get warm, do ya?”

“We do.”

“Oh?” Rasek shifted sideways to give the man another look. “Prolly cuz ya got all dat shit on ya. Prolly could just wander round shirtless an nobody ain’t say shit, eh? Juzzy prolly get a kick outta it too.” He smiled again, a hint of cruelty playing at the corner of his lips that he meant to seem playful. Sarjen neglected to answer.

The young woman poked her head outside the door again, narrowing her eyes at the pair and clicking her tongue before ducking back in. Rasek turned to look at her briefly before flashing his friend another smile.

“Dey don’t like us too much, I tink.” Sarjen shook his head. “I hear tings like eh, dey got all de Trolls workin togedda up in someplace in de nort’ bit, ya? Drakkari, Farraki, Amani an Gurubashi AN de Zandalari all cutting heads togedda an givin hell to dem fur tings. Ya hear dat too?”

“Yes sir.”

“Sometimes I tink eh, like what if we had joined wit de Amani back when dey was regroupin? I wanted to do dat ya know. Dunno if joo was wit us den, maybe, was like eh, a year ago maybe, maybe more. I wanted to be wit my bruddahs an sistahs tryin to take back what were ours to begin wit, but de whole ting ended ‘fore I could get anyting to move on our end. Ya know what dat’s like, Sarjen? Wanting to run off an help de rest a ya mon like dat an not bein able to?” He peered at Sarjen, trying to read the glow of his eyes from behind the shadow of his helm.

“No sir.”

“No? Neva?”

“No sir.”

Rasek popped the cigarette back between his lips and began patting his vest for another match, as if forgetting the events that transpired just moments before. His face twisted into a scowl as he checked and double checked his pockets, grumbling to himself about fuck this and fuck that while Sarjen watched him struggle with his habit.

“Perhaps the woman in the inn has a light for you.” The knight offered, nodding once at the doorway the little Pandaren kept ducking in and out of. “She seems rather interested in you anyway.”

“Ya tink?” Rasek ran his hands through his thinning hair. “Dey keep on me like flies on shit, s’if I don’t pay em enough to get some fuckin privacy round here.”

Sarjen said nothing. Rasek gave him a look of reproach and turned to the open doorway of the inn. He gave the knight a lazy half-salute and stepped away from the edge of the deck, resigned to asking favors of the nosy, chatty woman who ran the place but not attempting to hide his dissatisfaction.

“Ey eh.” He stopped and turned back to other Troll, who turned in kind and cocked his head to the side, listening. “Tell Juzzy him idea to stay here were shit an I hate him for it.”

Sarjen nodded and turned his back to the major general, who stepped inside to begin haggling for a match or matches and maybe a couple more cigarettes. As soon as he was alone, Sarjen let his shoulders slump and a raspy sigh escape from the back of his throat. Crossing paths with Rasek had never served him well. The major general was in a foul mood more often than not, giving him humiliating messages to send to Juzmik or berating him for his so-called exotic tastes, and of course this time was no different.

Still, the boy wouldn’t return from the shrine for a few days yet, maybe a week or more if he were held up somewhere, and that gave Rasek plenty of time to give him another idiotic message to deliver or change his mind. It might even trump the one he’d already given, or annoy Juzmik less, or even be good news, if the sun suddenly rose at night and the fish rose from the ocean on wings of seaweed and flew away like birds.

Sarjen contented himself to listen to the innkeeper deny Rasek another pack of cigarettes and attack him with a flurry of insults. The sea breeze picked up once again, carrying the cries of nearby gulls and the low cooing of a hozen running around in the sand below, the smell of salt and decay filling his dull senses. Somewhere in his memory, a wiry young scout was sitting on a deck just like this one, kicking his legs over the side and humming to himself.

Sarjen leaned against the rail and smiled to himself. He rather liked it here.

#wow stories #gorwatha #mop stories #sarjen #rasek

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